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Mine was pretty bad. Pushed open the front door of the flats only for it to connect with a large poo that had been done in the middle of the doorstep overnight. It's a central London block and this is a fairly frequent occurrence, but up till now there must have been an unwritten rule amongst people pooing on our doorstep to do it against the wall (often, somehow, half way up it??!). Not this chap, who left it right in the middle of the step so that you couldn't open the door without wiping it into an arc of turd.
Was slightly late for work, and in suit etc. so decided to leave it. 5 mins down the road realised I'd left my lunch in the fridge, but didn't want to face the poo again so carried on. When I got to the office, I pulled my specs out of my pocket to find the little screw that holds them together had vanished and they were in bits, so I couldn't see more than a few feet in front of my face all morning.
At lunchtime went out to the opticians, but on leaving the office immediately stood in a gobbet of chewing gum that stuck to my shoe for the next half mile.
But by the end of lunchtime the optician had mended my specs, the gobbet of chewing gum had worn off, I'd retrieved my lunch from the fridge (the optician is near home) and best of all, the people in the shop on the ground floor had escorted our pooey friend off the premises and in its place was the nice fresh smell of Jeyes Fluid. The afternoon was so-so.
I am good - nicely rested, getting my teeth into enjoyable work, and boss brought me back a bottle on Johnny Walker from a HP conference he went to in Barcelona.
Left home at 06:15, got to office in North East Bradford from Wilmslow at 07:30, a perfect commute.
Slept like a baby, but you did not want to hear that.....
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